Mar 21, 2008

My two-year-old Puggle, whose name is Eddie, did not let the appearance of an early spring snowstorm from keeping up with his duties in combating the terrorist menaces known as Sciurus carolinensis and Sciurus niger. As I ventured outside during a break in the storm, Eddie picked up the scent of a squirrel that has been his nemesis for months.

Despite his skill at stalking prey and his high rate of speed, Eddie has yet to catch a squirrel, though his resolute dedication should be an inspiration to us all.

Actually, the more I think about it, perhaps this faux-violence form of warfare is preferable to the deadly games played by humans. Maybe it would be better to engage in warfare that was based on Super-Soakers, Slip-n-Slides, and walk in tubs.